Create, explore, expand, conquer || Breckin ||

[Wolfbane]

WOLFBANE

Most discredit him based on whispered reputation and for appearance sake, Wolfbane prefers it that way. Let the rest of ‘em think he’s heartless and single-minded, that all he cares about is a cheap fuck and making the other rulers pissed as hell. That Bane was all surface and served as a physical barrier between what could hurt him truly, past the veneer of golden skin and wild, blue stripes.

“Yes, the elders would call it courting,” He thinks with a smile, giving her space to think through the haze while stopping the fluid motion of his fanged affection. “but something tells me you wouldn’t like it said aloud.” The Lord muses to himself, carefully watching for Breckin’s turn of emotion. Never would he assume to pressure her - she was Khaleesi, after all - and yet he wants to grasp this feeling between them and mold it, nurture it. The simplicity of the knab mare was something he’d admired from their initial meeting and Bane wants more, knows too that there has to be layers she keeps for herself.

Why deny what fate keeps bringing together?

For the leviathan Queen, he could work on putting Wishbone behind him. In the past where she belonged, the honey-whiskey mare of his childhood couldn’t hurt him as she so obviously did. Even now, with Breckin passively accepting his advances and returning them in the form of her beautifully speckled body so close to his, (god he loves the way she feels, hasn’t realized how starved for her attention he’s been) Wolfbane understands that for the right mare, he could ascend any obstacle.

It won’t be his choice though, only his battle if she gives him the opportunity. “Mmm, so it’s working?” He smirks, practically shuddering from the sound of his name on her lips. In the dark tint of her gaze he sees hope, all he really needs to continue with his efforts. “You’d want to spoil a surprise like that?” The brute teases, eyeing the girl curled into his side with a disapproving tilt of his dark blue brow. “Joking -” Bane quips, “- I just want to set a tone; it’s your night, I’ll let you decide what we do with it.” He murmurs, serious now.

Hardly able to help himself, the fear and exhilaration of this moment setting his nerves on end, the boldly-colored pegasus lowers his mouth to the soft dip of her forehead, just above one of those mesmerizing, coy eyes, to plant a gentle kiss into the dusky shadows of her skin.

|| The Pirate Lord of Loess ||

@[Breckin] it gave me allllll the muse <3